“Ho!” turning—“Captain Cloud, you mind
The place where the escort went—so shady?
Go search every closet low and high,
And barn, and bin, and hidden bower—
Every covert—find that lady!
And yet I may misjudge her—ay,
Women (like Mosby) mystify.
“We’ll see. Ay, Captain, go—with speed!
Surround and search; each living thing
Secure; that done, await us where